You Say It!

The fact that Night-Blooming Jasmine and Qingshou Association to have a contest caused a great sensation in Black Stone Slope.

Before the challenge, Tang Peigong, carrying a flag, brought reporters and more than a hundred disciples to the arena.

On their way back, the disciples found a stretcher and called a doctor, and ran back to the mansion crying and wailing all the way.

Tang Peigong was seriously injured.

Qingshou Association seriously injured.

The disciples went around crying and complaining that Ye Lai Xiang had broken the rules and started a fight in the Scholar Arena.

The Qingshou Association and the Da Bang Men have close ties. The Da Bang Men's subordinates control the Da Bao newspaper, giving the Qingshou Association an advantage over the Ye Lai Xiang in terms of propaganda.

However, from a publicity perspective, the Qingshou Association suffered a great loss.

No matter how you explain it, they lost, and they lost badly.

Moreover, Elder Wu Decheng has not made any statement, nor has he clarified whether the two families agreed to Scholar Arena or Martial Arena, only saying that there might be some misunderstanding.

The prominent figures who witnessed the event hesitated to speak, as they themselves were unsure of the rules governing the competition.

Three days later, the entire Black Stone Slope only remembered one thing: Night Fragrance Qingshou Association on the arena, and the Qingshou Association's elder was beaten to the ground and almost killed.

Cinemas across the country have begun showing "Blood Spear Detective," and people have completely ignored the warnings previously given by the Qingshou Association.

As "Night Fragrance" sold better and better, the workload of printing increased. In order to print more magazines, Ma Wu stayed up until 3 a. m. He had only slept for two hours when he suddenly heard a loud bang.

"What's wrong!" Ma Wu was so startled that he jumped out of bed.

When they went outside, everyone except Li Banfeng was startled awake; the sound was coming from the rooftop.

There's a whistle on the roof, which the factory uses to remind workers to start work, eat, and sleep.

The boiler is broken, there's no steam. What's with this whistle?

As Ma Wu was pondering the reason, Little Chuanzi ran over, his face covered in coal dust. "Fifth Master, the boiler is fixed!"

Which boiler?

"The boiler in the yard!"

Ma Wu angrily retorted, "Why are you fixing it?"

Little Chuanzi lowered his head and remained silent. He hadn't slept for three days and three nights and finally managed to fix the boiler.

After a moment of reflection, Ma Wu said, "Now that the boiler is fixed, let's go buy a proper printing press so we don't have to work so hard."

Little Chuanzi was overjoyed and happily went to buy a printing press.

Li Banfeng slept until noon, and walked out of his Portable Abode Shen Ju feeling refreshed. He circled the factory twice, and was just about to go to the city when someone came to report that Elder Wu Decheng of the Qingshou Association had arrived again.

Li Banfeng had a clean factory room prepared, and the two sat down facing each other.

"Elder Wu, the tea is brewing and will be ready soon. This poison is unusual; it's neither bitter nor astringent, and has no off-flavors at all. You can try it in a bit."

Wu Decheng shook his head with a smile and said, "Night Boss, you went too far. Elder Tang will probably be bedridden for a year or two."

Li Banfeng said helplessly, "Elder Wu, why did you send him to fight in this arena? Isn't he just throwing his life away? It's his good fortune that my men spared his life."

Wu Decheng nodded. "That makes sense. The next match is scheduled for tomorrow night. Don't forget our previous agreement."

Li Banfeng laughed and said, "Don't worry, it's just sending a few people to go through the motions, they definitely won't forget!"

Wu Decheng got up to say goodbye, and Li Banfeng saw him to the door.

Watching his departing figure, Li Banfeng tapped the pendulum at his waist. "This time, we'll have to rely on you again."

"Master, please tell me what you need."

Wu Decheng left the Ye Lai Xiang newspaper office and returned to his own residence.

Four disciples sat upright in the study: a fifth-level martial arts cultivator named Wu Rongjin, a fifth-level literary cultivator named Rao Shaofeng, a fourth-level body cultivator named Cheng Ziyan, and a fourth-level poison cultivator named Yue Qingsong.

These four disciples were the four most capable fighters under Wu Decheng.

Wu Decheng poured a glass of wine for everyone. "Gentlemen, you have suffered a lot of grievances over the years following me, especially from Tang Peigong, where you were bullied quite a bit."

The four men, holding their wine cups, said in unison, "We are willing!"

"Tomorrow's battle will determine our honor and disgrace for life. If we win, Black Stone Slope will be our territory; if we lose, we will no longer be able to stand in Black Stone Slope."

Before you step into the arena tomorrow, make sure you understand clearly: if the person surnamed Ye steps into the arena, I will also step into the arena; if the person surnamed Ye does not step into the arena, I will just watch from below.

I made a deal with him: in this fight, the guy surnamed Ye was there to admit defeat; he would definitely send some scum to the ring just to make a show of it.

Don't hold back. No matter who he sends, kill them all. If that guy surnamed Ye goes up into the ring, kill him too. If he doesn't go up, kill everyone in the ring, rush down and kill him.

Don't worry about his henchmen; your master will join you in the fight!

With the matter settled, the eldest disciple, Wu Rongjin, a fifth-level martial arts cultivator, was somewhat worried. "Master, if we just kill that guy surnamed Ye, won't people criticize us?"

"What are you criticizing?" Wu Decheng laughed. "They say we went too far? But who told them to go into the ring? How can you care about so much on the ring?"

Tang Peigong was beaten so badly, who pitied him? Even if a few people did say a few words about it at the time, they would forget about it in three to five days.

People in this world only remember the winners. No matter how pitiful the losers sound, they just become a laughingstock.

Remember this: bring back the head of the man surnamed Ye, and Black Stone Slope will be ours!

The next day, at 5:30 p. m., both sides arrived at the ring on time.

The workers had just finished work and, without even having time to eat, all came to watch the competition.

"Who do you think will win this time?"

"I've heard that this is a proper Martial Arena, with Elder Wu personally taking action. Night Boss is in grave danger."

"You said last time that things were likely to turn bad, Night Boss still won, didn't he?"

"It was different last time..."

"Stop with the nonsense. I'll bet 100 Huan Country Notes, Night Boss. Do you dare to bet?"

The onlookers had already placed bets.

Looking exhausted, Li Banfeng approached the arena and greeted Wu Decheng, "Elder Wu, should I go up and concede immediately, or fight for a while longer?"

Wu Decheng frowned. "Night Boss, don't make jokes like that. Once we're on the stage, we'll see who has the best skills."

"Alright, let's see what you've got. You're taking this charade seriously..." Li Banfeng yawned and called three people up on stage.

Just as Wu Decheng had expected, this man surnamed Ye came with the intention of admitting defeat, and his attitude was extremely unserious.

None of the capable fighters from before showed up, and the three who took the stage were simply unbearable to watch.

There was a burly man, quite tall, but very bulky, who didn't look like someone who practiced martial arts.

The other two were short and thin, looking like they hadn't eaten enough, and they could barely walk steadily.

Looking at their attire, they were all wearing coarse cloth clothes, their bodies were covered in oil stains, and their faces were covered in coal dust.

This is far too perfunctory.

The man surnamed Ye probably hired a few workers who had just finished their shift at the factory, hoping to just get by with a sloppy job.

Wu Decheng lowered his voice and asked, "Night Boss, are these your men?"

Li Banfeng snorted and said, "What's wrong? You're complaining? The guys you brought weren't any better!"

Wu Decheng glanced at Li Banfeng and saw that he hadn't even brought a weapon with him.

Okay, young man, you're pretty arrogant.

Don't cry later!

A whistle blew, and both sides prepared for battle.

Wu Decheng's four disciples stepped onto the arena.

Li Banfeng frowned and said, "What do you mean? There are only three of us, and you're sending four. Are you trying to gang up on us?"

The speaker spoke in a loud voice, which caused a stir among the people around him.

Wu Decheng remained silent, but his disciple Rao Shaofeng, a fifth-level literary cultivator, stepped forward and said, "Night Boss, aren't you here too? Why don't you come up on stage and have a friendly spar?"

Li Banfeng frowned and said, "What would I do going up there? I'd lose anyway, why bother making a fool of myself?"

Wu Decheng quickly changed the subject, fearing that Ye would reveal the truth if things continued like this, "Three against three is fine, but Qingsong, you shouldn't go in."

Yue Qingsong, a fourth-level poison cultivator, stepped down from the arena and stood beside Wu Decheng.

With the second whistle, both sides confirmed their personnel assignments, and there was no going back.

The third whistle sounded, and the two sides went to war.

Wu Rongjin, a fifth-level martial arts practitioner, was the first to charge at the burly man.

Of the three, it seems only this burly man can hold his own for a bit.

The burly man dared not fight and quickly retreated.

A thin man crouched down and approached Wu Rongjin, then tripped him, causing him to stumble.

Wu Rongjin retaliated with a punch to the man.

The man easily dodged the attack, grinning, "You missed, didn't you? How could you be so clumsy?"

Wu Rongjin raised his foot to kick the man again, but the man dodged it once more. "Are you blind? Where are you kicking? I'm right here!"

This man's words True Qi. Wu Rongjin chased after him, hitting him, while the man dodged and laughed, cursing:

"How could your mother have given birth to such a useless person like you? You're such a big person, and you can't even walk properly."

"Look at your clumsy legs, they can't even split apart. With your condition, you want to compete in a ring? You'd be eating shit before it's even hot."

Wu Rongjin flew into a rage and attacked without thinking, his steps wide and forceful. The man seized the opportunity and kicked him in the shin.

The blow wasn't very forceful, but it was perfectly aimed, Wu Rongjin's legs to get stuck together, and he fell flat on his face.

The thin man laughed and said, "If I hadn't told you, you wouldn't even be able to eat shit while it's still hot."

The burly man behind him advised, "Don't say that, there's something hot to eat."

He pulled a bucket out of his clothes and put it on Wu Rongjin's head.

Wu Rongjin felt nauseous and before he could even take the bucket off, the man kicked him, breaking his leg and arm, and kicked him off the stage.

Who is this man? How come he's so good at fighting?

This isn't a man, this is Street Scolding Woman.

The pendulum had a knack for makeup, transforming the Street Scolding Woman into a man.

To be fair, Zhong Bai's makeup skills have improved a lot; even Li Banfeng didn't recognize her at first.

You can fake your appearance, but you can't fake your figure. The old lady was just that thin, and dressing her up as a man made her look even thinner.

Wu Rongjin lay on the ground, cursing, "What are you waiting for? Why aren't you helping me?!"

He berated his two junior brothers, and in a three-on-three fight, he was the only one who got beaten up.

His two junior brothers wanted to come up and help him, but they were too busy to help because they were tied up by another thin man.

Facing two opponents alone, this thin man held his own in no way.

This is Aqin, a sixth-level body cultivator.

Wu Rongjin has already been knocked off the stage and, according to the rules, cannot come back up, so it's now a two-on-three situation.

Two against one can't gain an advantage, so how can two against three fight?

Rao Shaofeng, a fifth-level scholar, roared angrily, "You can't bully the weak with numbers!"

The Shared Script, Shared Rules Technique.

The burly man, clutching the bucket, said, "Then I won't fight."

This burly man is Little Genzi, only at the second level of cultivation. If you say we won't fight, then we won't fight, since he can't beat us anyway.

With four people remaining, facing off two to two, Wen Xiu and Rao Shaofeng shouted, "Soar straight up ninety thousand miles!"

He jumped up, ready to strike from mid-air.

Ninety thousand miles is impossible, but the ability to A Word Becomes Reality did allow him to fly quite high, at least seven or eight meters.

Aqin's original form was a cricket. She spread her wings, leaped into the air, grabbed Rao Shaofeng's ankle with one hand, pulled him into the air, spun around, and slammed him heavily onto the arena.

Aqin landed immediately and stepped forward, stomping on Rao Shaofeng's chest. Rao Shaofeng immediately vomited blood.

There was only one fourth floor left for Cheng Ziyan. He had left himself a backup plan, but when he saw Aqin and the Street Scolding Woman walking over together, Cheng Ziyan suddenly turned around and released a cloud of smoke.

Aqin covered her nose.

The Street Scolding Woman, spat. "That damn guy's a weasel! That kid spews out 'golden juice,' and you spew out 'stinky farts.' Who can stand that?!"

The two men each kicked Cheng Ziyan off the stage.

Woohoo!

The whistle blew, signaling the end of the competition.

Everyone covered their mouths and noses, and fell silent.

This battle was quite entertaining, but the smell wasn't very pleasant.

Wu Decheng roared, "You bastard surnamed Ye, you cheated!"

Li Banfeng replied, "How did I cheat!"

"You dare lie to me!"

Li Banfeng shouted, "What did I lie to you about? Tell me! Say it out loud!"

I said...

How can I explain this?

Wu Decheng was trembling with anger. Taking advantage of the fact that his attention was entirely on Li Banfeng, Little Genzi took a spoon and slapped it all over Wu Decheng's face.

"Say it!"

P. S.: This spoonful is crucial.